Before Richard's voice faded away, the other elves with keen hearing also noticed that there were two SUVs driving along the bumpy road, kicking up a cloud of dust as they drove towards them. Their destination seemed to be the ruins of Bastet's Holy Temple. After all, there was no other place worth stopping in the vicinity.
"You idiot, didn't you just say that there are no tourists here?" Richard patted Zhang Zian's head again. "Isn't this a face-slapping plot?"
Zhang Zian tried to defend himself. "Are your ears used for breathing? I mean, there are no tourists under normal circumstances! Maybe it's a few veteran cat lovers who came here to reminisce! "
"Ga ga! Bullsh * t! You didn't say 'normal' at all! "Richard didn't let him off the hook, not letting him go.
Zhang Zian was also quite depressed. Of all times, why did tourists have to come at this time?
Under normal circumstances, there really weren't many tourists who came to Zagazig, a city that wasn't known for tourism. After all, the only things that could be called historical sites were the museum and the ruins. There were plenty of museums in Egypt. Who would specifically come to see the ruins?
Of course, the ruins of Bastet's Holy Temple didn't belong to his family. If he could come, so could others.
But now was not the right time. Fina was in a period of emotional ups and downs. Once it was disturbed, no one could say what it would do.
Jokes aside, the other elfins understood this.
Old Time Tea picked up a stone. "How about I break the car's headlights and stop them for a moment?"
For Old Time Tea, using a stone to break the car's headlights was not difficult, but it was currently invisible. If it launched an attack, it would expose itself. If the people in the car saw it, it would be difficult to explain.
Zhang Zian waved his hand. "Forget it. I'll go stop them."
"Ga ga! Are you having a heat stroke? Are you going to stop them with your face? "Richard said disdainfully.
"Yes, I'll use my face to stop them. If they stop here, I'll go up and talk to them to buy some time. I'll show you the power of a handsome guy! Maybe there's a beautiful foreign girl in the car! "
As he said this, he adjusted his collar, full of confidence.
Richard looked up at the sky. "Great Goddess Bastet, please give him a gay man!"
Zhang Zian was speechless.
If it were not for the possibility of being seen by others, he would have beaten the b * tch bird to death. How could it pray so casually next to the temple? What if it came true?
As expected, the two SUVs began to slow down as they approached and stopped by the roadside one after the other.
Zhang Zian covered his mouth and nose with a white headscarf to avoid inhaling the dust that came with the car.
The people in the car waited for the dust to settle a little before opening the door and walking out.
Huh?
Although these people were mainly Caucasians, and there were a few locals, their clothes did not seem to be that of ordinary tourists, especially their skin color. They were obviously Caucasians, but their skin was tanned brown. It was obvious that they had been working in the wilderness for a long time.
In addition, after they stopped, they did not pick up their mobile phones and take pictures like ordinary tourists. Instead, they opened the trunk door and took out folded tables, chairs, and suitcases.
Their ages were generally on the older side. The few who seemed to be in charge were all over 40 years old, and there was not a single girl among them.
Strange, what were these people doing?
Zhang Zian had originally planned to go up and strike up a conversation, but the situation made him stop and observe carefully. At least one thing was certain: these people should not be terrorists.
One of the middle-aged men noticed Zhang Zian, or rather, noticed his clothes with Chinese and English words printed on it. He said a few words to the others and walked over to him.
"Hi! Are you from Binhai University? "the middle-aged man asked in English.
Zhang Zian was stunned again. Did Binhai University have a special meaning for them? Or had the reputation of Binhai University surpassed that of Qing Bei and was famous overseas?
"Yes, and you are …?" he asked.
The middle-aged man enthusiastically extended his hand to him. "Oh, hello! I am Hans. Nice to meet you! We are full of expectations for this cooperation. If I had heard that you were coming earlier, I would have sent someone to wait for you in advance … "
Zhang Zian was even more confused. He shook hands with Hans mechanically. "Hello, I am Jeff Zhang. But please wait a minute. Is there any misunderstanding? "
"Misunderstanding?" Hans looked at his clothes again and smiled. "If you are from Binhai University, then there is no misunderstanding."
What happened?
Could it be that two scientific teams from Binhai University had arrived in Egypt at the same time?
Zhang Zian tried his best to clarify that he had indeed come with the scientific team from Binhai University, but he had only come to Bastet's Holy Temple on a whim. He had no special purpose, so Hans had probably recognized the wrong person.
Hans smiled as he listened to Zhang Zian's narration, then said, "Yes, there is no misunderstanding. My Chinese friend, maybe your professor did not tell you, but in fact, this is a three-way cooperation — you from China, us from Germany, and scholars from Cairo University. However, us Germans are indirectly involved, and your professor probably felt that there was no need to go into too much detail, so he did not tell you. "
It turned out that Hans was leading an archaeological team from Germany. He and his colleagues were archaeologists, and they had come to Egypt to cooperate with local scholars to carry out archaeological excavations on Bastet's Holy Temple.
Cairo University had received an invitation from Binhai University to cooperate and had also informed Hans of this matter, because the archaeological team led by Hans was also indirectly related to the goal of the China scientific team.
With Hans' reminder, Zhang Zian recalled that Wei Kang seemed to have mentioned that they would cooperate with archaeologists when they arrived in Egypt, but he did not ask in detail. Wei Kang did not elaborate either, perhaps because he felt that Zhang Zian did not specialize in biology.
"Oh, I understand." Zhang Zian nodded.
It was really fate that they met from a thousand miles away. They had actually crossed paths with the German archaeological team at Bastet's Holy Temple.
"Then you are looking for … valuable murals and reliefs in these ruins?" he asked. Otherwise, what else could they find between the ruins?
This wasteland was unguarded, and even the poorest thieves would not patronize it. In Zhang Zian's view, the broken stones and reliefs on the surface of the stone pillars were already blurred and unrecognizable, but perhaps the professional archaeologists had some special skills or special equipment.
"No, no, my friend. Unfortunately, the surface of these ruins has no archaeological value." Hans shook his head and pretended to be mysterious, squinting his eyes and pointing at his feet.
"Our archaeological target is hidden under these ruins."
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